I remember now that I forgot to show you the cutest little tea set I received from Ladurée before Christmas! Isn’t it adorable? I definitely need to step up my afternoon tea game over here and put this baby to good use.
Here are a few photos from Instagram recently (and a few I never even got around to publishing on there). The beautiful Zuhair Murad skirt I wore to their haute couture show, gorgeous light at Palais-Royal, homemade risotto at my place for a couple of friends and the magical ice-skating rink at the Plaza. Delicious lunch at Ellsworth, looking out over Place Vendôme from Boucheron, gorgeous haute couture venues and typical Parisian cafés. The view from the Park Hyatt, much needed coffee, la Tour Eiffel and my favourite kind of streets in this city.
I also just came back from a short little trip to Switzerland, which I think you’ve seen if you follow along on Instagram or Snapchat (username: carin-olsson) that unfortunately made my cold a little bit worse and the reason why I’m lying in bed on a Friday night coughing instead of being out drinking wine together with friends at a bar. My cold aside, the trip to Geneva was absolutely fantastic and I can’t wait to show you more photos from that soon!
I dread and look forward to fashion week (including haute couture week of course) every single season. It’s my most stressful, exhausting and draining period of the year but at the same time it’s also the most exciting, eventful and fulfilling time I can possibly imagine. Why so stressful you ask? Because everyone turn their eyes (and book their flight tickets) to Paris. That means business meetings I’ve been trying to organise finally happens, catching up with friends who comes into town, photography jobs popping up, attending presentations and going to the shows. What makes it so intense is that you only have a couple of days to get it all done and to fit it all in.
A highlight every season, for exactly a year now, is to photograph the Dior show. This haute couture seasons it’s exactly one whole year ago that I photographed my very first show for Dior. Man, time goes by so quickly! This is one of the jobs that makes me the most nervous but also one of the jobs that forces me to pinch myself (just to make sure I’m not dreaming) before picking up my camera.
Unexpectedly I also managed to start my fashion season a little bit early this year with my first ever men’s fashion week (which happens the week before Haute Couture). I got the opportunity to photograph for Berluti, attend the Dior homme show as well as the menswear show by Lanvin – something I have to say that enjoyed a bit more than I thought. It’s a little bit calmer, cute men all around and not as stressful as women’s fashion week. Shhh! Don’t tell anyone that I said that.
The day after Haute Couture week ended I found myself in bed with a sore throat and an annoying cold, but I guess that’s what happens when your body finally feels as though its able to relax for the very first time after an intense period. And even though I’m writing this coughing and wiping my nose, I can’t wait to do it all over again! Above you can find a few highlights and moments I managed to capture throughout the week. I tried keeping you updated as much as I possibly could through Instagram, and now I’ve also jumped on the bandwagon with Snapchat (you’ll find me under the username “carin-olsson” in case you’d like to see more)!
Got to wear this amazing lace beaded skirt (together with a matching top) to the Zuhair Murad show during Paris Haute Couture week. I did not want to take it off once the show was over. Stay tuned for more fashion week updates from the last couple of days!
Fresh flowers from my favourite florist in Paris: Stéphane Chapelle.
Even though I miss the sun and sand in Bali I’ve been so happy about being back home in Paris. The last couple of days have looked something like this: dreaming about when the leaves grow back on the trees in Jardin du Luxembourg, looking out my Parisian window, colourful flowers at the Parisian flower shops and wearing all the cosy jumpers I can find in my closet. Being reunited with my love for Parisian doors, showing off a tiny bit of what’s left of my tan (and my favourite Cartier pendant), drooling over Parisian facades and enjoying every single sunset. Early morning coffee at Ob-La-Di, attending wonderful events where we could make our own flower bouquets, appreciating the Parisian greys and taking in that gorgeous Parisian light.
I never intended on sharing these photos from a recent job I photographed for Berluti this Friday (mostly because I had no idea how they would turn out since I’ve never shot men’s fashion before) but it ended up being such a fun and exciting experience that I decided I had to share it with you as well.
I often say no to things that intimidate me or that I think I can’t handle, which was exactly what I thought I would do when I got this job proposal from Berluti – I mean, I photograph pretty dresses, skirts and gorgeous heels and my photography isn’t exactly known for being dark, strong and masculine… Right? But if you never try something new, you’ll most likely never grow either. That last part is what made me say yes. I constantly want to learn new things, challenge myself and grow both as a person and as a photographer (don’t mind the cheesiness here, please) and doing things that scare the cr*p out of me are most of the time quite healthy too.
After the show I realised that it’s not so different from shooting women. And especially not when Berluti treated everyone to so many fantastic details – both on the clothing and the bodies (as you can see in the first pic). Also, the good part about photographing menswear is that you get to be surrounded by pretty boys all day… I’m just sayin’!
Photo #19: Black dress
After a week together with my dad and sister, which we spent in the Nusa Dua area and another couple of days together with just my sister at the beautiful Mulia hotel, my sister and I met up with our mom near the Jimbaran Bay area in Bali. Yeah, quite the family holiday, right? I miss them all already and wish I could relive these last couple of weeks that I was lucky enough to spend in the sunshine with them.
On this side of Bali we got to enjoy such beautiful sunsets and from the little restaurant Kisik you could get the most perfect view of the pastel coloured sky while sipping fruity drinks and eating seafood with your feet in the sand. Pretty perfect, no? Needless to say my mom was a huge fan of this little spot.
Bali, you were so great to us. Maybe I’ll see you again someday!
I’m so thankful for the time I got to spend together with my family in the sun. I miss them everyday here in Paris so these moments become so extra special to me when we get to be in the same place. I hope it won’t be too long until next time. That goes for Bali as well! For more photos and daily updates you can find me on Instagram.